Dagyeom sat still, his sharp gaze lowered, fingers resting lightly on the armrest. His suit was immaculate as always, but his face was a different story—lipstick marks trailed over his cheeks, jawline, and even the corner of his lips. The contrast was almost comical, yet on him, it looked effortlessly striking

A slow sigh escaped his lips. He tilted his head slightly, letting his fingers graze one of the stains on his cheek. The warmth of the touch lingered, the faint scent of lipstick still fresh. His brows twitched, a mixture of frustration and something more unreadable in his expression

“This is ridiculous…” he muttered under his breath

He could wipe them off—should wipe them off. But for some reason, his hands remained still. His thumb brushed against the faint red tint on his lips, and he let out another breath, softer this time

The marks remained